Stench of the Infected

It is the blood that spreads the sin
If it’s in your blood you cannot win
You carry it inside
You’ve become one of the rejected
Let your instincts take control
And smell the stench of the infected
Transformation to another level of existence
Infection is spreading
Crimson tissue burning
Bodily fluids boiling
Disintegration comes
All praying to a single god
And all emotions be neglected
Let adrenaline take control
Inhale the stench of the infected
An intervention from below
Foul cadavers resurrected
Let your instincts decide
And smell the stench of the infected
It is the blood that spreads the sin
And if it’s in your blood you cannot win
An intervention from below
Foul cadavers resurrected
Let adrenaline decide
And join the hordes of the infected